This reading is from a presentation entitled Hula Hoop My promise to Olivia: I remember when my mother said I may want to write bigger in my card to you so you could read it. I remember when she said you may not be able to read it at all anymore. I know now you … Continue reading Readings from Hula Hoop
Lightning awakes the night Strikes of purple fill the dark Without sleep, again The lights flicker off No way I can focus now I’m out. Find shelter.
Ahem Okay I’m totally not ready for this When I have to think of words my brain’s amiss Maybe I should write about my first kiss… No I can’t think of anything to write These people think I’m crazy I think they’re right. Do they understand how hard this is? My poetry … Continue reading This isn’t a poem
Your Children sway with your breath Your smile lights up the sky Your energy keeps the grass green Keeps the rivers running Keeps the snow falling Keeper of the weather, the earth “Our” earth is not our earth It’s yours. With every punch humanity throws at you You fight back with grace Without us, … Continue reading Ode to Mother Nature
My feet on the sidewalk go pitter pat As I run to you in the dark moonlight You are mine, or will be soon my sweet cat I will never let you go, try, you might As I wait for you to come to my arms I think of what we can do together I … Continue reading Cat Sonnet
Dear me, everybody should be able to make some music. That's the cosmic dance! -Harold and Maude, written by Colin Higgins. My mom recently prompted me to come up with a word for this year. In the past, my words have been simplicity, create etc. This year, I have decided upon the word cosmic. I thought … Continue reading Cosmic
She wanted to be let out, let life flow To be let into the world, colors shown. Green, orange, and purple she just let them go. “Be free, become this place we call our home.” Reaching for the rock and smoke in the air She tried taking green back, for the youth. Now she knows, … Continue reading Creation is Begging
I a tree full of life as a piece of the earth II a bird singing songs forcing me to speak my mind III love, (a warm heart) IV clouds full of memories V a radio playing and replaying classic rock and songs of my past VI an internal clock … Continue reading 10 things hidden inside of me
Why poetry? Why art and creativity? As my last semester at Wartburg inches closer, I have begun to question not only my major, or my interests or my future, but everything that has happened to me and all of my decisions. My poetry class added to the questions I have for myself and the world. Why … Continue reading Why poetry?
Why won’t she stop crying? you ask yourself. The teardrops keep falling down her face and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. The tears are cold, she told you. Like hail hitting her face in the winter. You gain enough courage to write another sentence. Why can’t she just be happy? you … Continue reading Writing is Hard